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azurelunatic) wrote2015-11-03 12:36 am
azurelunatic) wrote2015-11-03 12:36 am
Halloween and other anomalies
Wednesday and Thursday were both fuck o'clock meeting mornings. I went. I took notes. Parking at work has been wacky lately due to the neighbors sharing the lot by my building.
Thursday evening was a party at my hackerspace. I went first in search of a fake knife suitable for my costume. The Halloween shop was super super crowded. They had a couple knives but none quite suitable. Then I went in search of toilet paper, as I was nearly out. (Things that make me glad to be an adult: not looked at with suspicion for buying toilet paper the day before Halloween.) I looked for a knife there, but again, no luck.
I showed up at the hackerspace. Parking was not a problem. I ran into a bunch of people I already knew (from online and off) and had several delightful chats. There was someone dressed as Deep Dream, and an awesome Clipper Card.
There was a paper circuits station, and a buttonmaking station. I helped a few people learn the button maker. I then tried my hand at combining the little light and the button, and learned a few practical considerations.
Eventually it was late and the cleanup was nearly over; the key member in the R2D2 dress was a little stressed about getting people to leave. A few people had just gone upstairs to examine the library, so I gave them a few minutes.
Then I clapped my hands very loudly a few times. In my third-best carrying voice, I thanked everyone for coming and declared it a delightful evening. And if they were not actively engaged in cleaning up, I added, they could please feel free to make their way towards the exits.
I figured out the knife problem while I was at the hackerspace. A simple black plastic table knife (from some takeout), a lighter to melt the blade enough to bend it, silver and pink nail polish (silver for the protruding blade, pink for the flat part). Spirit gum under the blade, tape over the side, and modeling wax over the whole thing. Pink-tan makeup over the wax, red around the "entry point", and fake blood there as well. I dressed in full-on pajamas: curlers and a kerchief, a pink nightgown top, fuzzy South Park pants, and bare feet in my sandals. I carried my iPad for illustrative purposes, and kept a helpful big plastic wine glass as well. Losing a knife fight to YouTube: terrible experience, hilarious and alarming costume.
Friday was the work party. I showed off my costume to my team and random other people.
Eventually it was party time. I wandered over to the emergency tent with my emergency kit. I helped keep the fort held down. Eventually Purple came in. Eventually I wandered up to join him, and located him, and shortly located Mr. Zune as well (in town again briefly; he moved up to the Seattle area). Mr. Zune finally met the Chicken Guy. I snagged some of Purple's cotton candy.
There had been a DJ. We decided to go in to the concert area on the big lawn. The security guys were demanding to see badges and wristbands. I made to present mine; the security guy said "I know you!" and waved me through. "Oh no! You have a knife in the arm! Call the emergency response team! Wait, you're the emergency response team! Help yourself!" A real cut-up, this guy. ;)
We found a place at the top of the slope with half a view of the stage. It had a great view of the steepest part of the slope, which was inhabited by a tiny Darth Vader, several stormtroopers, and countless Elsas and Batmen. They started out running around; eventually they would all start tumbling down the hill. It was adorable.
We mostly chatted; the musical act was not terrible but also not super compelling. Mr. Zune promised to let us know if he thinks a ducking is imminent, so we can attend. In the event, he will have to be back in Silly Valley so his team can do the ducking promptly, as otherwise they will try and get it done in some other way.
Purple and I ditched out shortly before the set ended, and did one last sweep of the food stalls to see if there was anything else we wanted. I got some chicken and cornbread and a snowcone. Purple got some questionable cherry popcorn. I claimed one piece. That was quite enough. We watched the crowds stream past and out.
The DJs were still going strong as we walked past, and were throwing Jonas Brother and candy themed pillows to the enthusiastic teenyboppers moshing on the lawn. The song involved going down and doing shots; I felt it was somewhat incongruous with the tiny children bouncing around enthusiastically. Purple and I watched the fun for another few minutes. He didn't register the song as being as incredibly inappropriate as I did. (Google and I eventually tracked it down: it is in fact "Timber", Pitbull feat. Ke$ha. Ahem.
We got some stuff wrapped up at our desks before leaving. Neither of us was up for dinner. We'd both parked in his building's parking lot. We didn't chat for too long.
Saturday was Halloween, of course. One of the guys had a pumpkin carving party. I sort of fell over asleep most of the afternoon (not a surprise after the early mornings). Sadly, I therefore missed out on the party. I was up in time to go to Rocky Horror at the orchestra hall. The program was an hour of spooky music, followed by the movie.
My aunt debated whether we should just park there. My uncle and I both gave compelling arguments against, so we took BART. My aunt thought we were running way early; in fact, we were just about right in terms of time. She'd been worried that we'd be the only ones dressed up. There weren't many RHPS costumes, but there were a lot of costumes; in particular, I saw one very striking Frida Kahlo. My aunt was Rocky, in a platinum blond bob wig, tan bodysuit, and gold shorts. Woodworking Uncle was Frank; they simplified the makeup from the original plan (it looked great); he had a black curly wig, a necklace, a bustier and stockings and Halloween boxers and a grey-green trench coat for street clothed decency. I was a pseudo-Transylvanian, with a high 90s ponytail sprayed in blue with silver glitter, and Long Black Dress equivalent with purple tights, though I lacked the sunglasses and tap shoes with white socks. Infamous Cousin was Janet, in some of his girlfriend's clothes and with a purse of hers. His girlfriend was Brad. I think the only person in our group performing their own gender straight-up was me, and that's because my gender is just weird.
The evening was hosted by none other than Peaches Christ herself, along with Latrice Royale. (Both are local drag queens.) It's really amazing to see someone slash her way through a scrim to the music from Psycho; when that person is an incredible drag Pinhead with red glitter lipstick and prop breasts with a triangular slice of skin turned down and held by fish-hook like pins, concealing the nipples, it's *even weirder*.
It was a great night, and a great 40th anniversary of the movie.
Today I had to explain the significance to fishie. The state of visible queer representation in media that made it to the attention of the mainstream in 1975 was ... not great. (Apparently. I wasn't around for that yet.)
Parking has been somewhat weird at work. Today I parked in the lot by Purple's building. He parked in the lot by mine. He put forth a logistical suggestion that maybe until the parking crunch in my parking lot is resolved, that we just go for the lot by his building. I was amenable. He told me to let him know when I wish to change things.
He had started Parasite to un-headache his morning before a meeting, and had plowed through it at some speed this weekend. (I'd thought about bringing the next one in this morning, but didn't see it readily on the shelf.) I'll get Symbiont to him tomorrow. Then he's got a month before the third one comes out. Heh.
Thursday evening was a party at my hackerspace. I went first in search of a fake knife suitable for my costume. The Halloween shop was super super crowded. They had a couple knives but none quite suitable. Then I went in search of toilet paper, as I was nearly out. (Things that make me glad to be an adult: not looked at with suspicion for buying toilet paper the day before Halloween.) I looked for a knife there, but again, no luck.
I showed up at the hackerspace. Parking was not a problem. I ran into a bunch of people I already knew (from online and off) and had several delightful chats. There was someone dressed as Deep Dream, and an awesome Clipper Card.
There was a paper circuits station, and a buttonmaking station. I helped a few people learn the button maker. I then tried my hand at combining the little light and the button, and learned a few practical considerations.
Eventually it was late and the cleanup was nearly over; the key member in the R2D2 dress was a little stressed about getting people to leave. A few people had just gone upstairs to examine the library, so I gave them a few minutes.
Then I clapped my hands very loudly a few times. In my third-best carrying voice, I thanked everyone for coming and declared it a delightful evening. And if they were not actively engaged in cleaning up, I added, they could please feel free to make their way towards the exits.
I figured out the knife problem while I was at the hackerspace. A simple black plastic table knife (from some takeout), a lighter to melt the blade enough to bend it, silver and pink nail polish (silver for the protruding blade, pink for the flat part). Spirit gum under the blade, tape over the side, and modeling wax over the whole thing. Pink-tan makeup over the wax, red around the "entry point", and fake blood there as well. I dressed in full-on pajamas: curlers and a kerchief, a pink nightgown top, fuzzy South Park pants, and bare feet in my sandals. I carried my iPad for illustrative purposes, and kept a helpful big plastic wine glass as well. Losing a knife fight to YouTube: terrible experience, hilarious and alarming costume.
Friday was the work party. I showed off my costume to my team and random other people.
Eventually it was party time. I wandered over to the emergency tent with my emergency kit. I helped keep the fort held down. Eventually Purple came in. Eventually I wandered up to join him, and located him, and shortly located Mr. Zune as well (in town again briefly; he moved up to the Seattle area). Mr. Zune finally met the Chicken Guy. I snagged some of Purple's cotton candy.
There had been a DJ. We decided to go in to the concert area on the big lawn. The security guys were demanding to see badges and wristbands. I made to present mine; the security guy said "I know you!" and waved me through. "Oh no! You have a knife in the arm! Call the emergency response team! Wait, you're the emergency response team! Help yourself!" A real cut-up, this guy. ;)
We found a place at the top of the slope with half a view of the stage. It had a great view of the steepest part of the slope, which was inhabited by a tiny Darth Vader, several stormtroopers, and countless Elsas and Batmen. They started out running around; eventually they would all start tumbling down the hill. It was adorable.
We mostly chatted; the musical act was not terrible but also not super compelling. Mr. Zune promised to let us know if he thinks a ducking is imminent, so we can attend. In the event, he will have to be back in Silly Valley so his team can do the ducking promptly, as otherwise they will try and get it done in some other way.
Purple and I ditched out shortly before the set ended, and did one last sweep of the food stalls to see if there was anything else we wanted. I got some chicken and cornbread and a snowcone. Purple got some questionable cherry popcorn. I claimed one piece. That was quite enough. We watched the crowds stream past and out.
The DJs were still going strong as we walked past, and were throwing Jonas Brother and candy themed pillows to the enthusiastic teenyboppers moshing on the lawn. The song involved going down and doing shots; I felt it was somewhat incongruous with the tiny children bouncing around enthusiastically. Purple and I watched the fun for another few minutes. He didn't register the song as being as incredibly inappropriate as I did. (Google and I eventually tracked it down: it is in fact "Timber", Pitbull feat. Ke$ha. Ahem.
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:Eminently danceable, but I WOULD PROBABLY HAVE NOT RELISHED EXPLAINING THOSE LYRICS TO FISHIE WHEN SHE WAS 13.)
[Ke$ha]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
wooooo oooooh
[Pitbull]
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
This biggity boy's a diggity dog
I have them like Miley Cyrus,
clothes off twerking with my
bras and thongs, timber
Face down, booty up, timber
That's the way we like the war, timber
I'm slicker than an oil spill
She say she won't, but I bet she will, timber
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
[Ke$ha]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
It's going down (It's going down)
I'm yelling timber
You better move (You better move)
You better dance (You better dance)
Let's make a night
You won't remember
I'll be the one
You won't forget (You won't forget)
ooooh
[Pitbull]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's just me, ain't a damn thing changed
Live in hotels, swing on plane
Blessed to say, money ain't a thing
Club jumping like Lebron, now, Voli
Order me another round, homie
We about to climb, wild, 'cause it's about to go down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
Ooooh
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
[Ke$ha]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget (you won't forget)
It's going down (It's going down)
I'm yelling timber
You better move
You better dance (You better dance)
Let's make a night (Let's make a night)
You won't remember
I'll be the one (I'll be the one)
You won't forget (You won't forget)
ooooh
ooooh
oooohooooh
ooooh
ooooh
oooohooooh
ooooh
ooooh
oooohooooh
ooooh
ooooh
oooohooooh
ooooh
oooohooooh
ooooh
Timber
ooooh
oooohooooh
We got some stuff wrapped up at our desks before leaving. Neither of us was up for dinner. We'd both parked in his building's parking lot. We didn't chat for too long.
Saturday was Halloween, of course. One of the guys had a pumpkin carving party. I sort of fell over asleep most of the afternoon (not a surprise after the early mornings). Sadly, I therefore missed out on the party. I was up in time to go to Rocky Horror at the orchestra hall. The program was an hour of spooky music, followed by the movie.
My aunt debated whether we should just park there. My uncle and I both gave compelling arguments against, so we took BART. My aunt thought we were running way early; in fact, we were just about right in terms of time. She'd been worried that we'd be the only ones dressed up. There weren't many RHPS costumes, but there were a lot of costumes; in particular, I saw one very striking Frida Kahlo. My aunt was Rocky, in a platinum blond bob wig, tan bodysuit, and gold shorts. Woodworking Uncle was Frank; they simplified the makeup from the original plan (it looked great); he had a black curly wig, a necklace, a bustier and stockings and Halloween boxers and a grey-green trench coat for street clothed decency. I was a pseudo-Transylvanian, with a high 90s ponytail sprayed in blue with silver glitter, and Long Black Dress equivalent with purple tights, though I lacked the sunglasses and tap shoes with white socks. Infamous Cousin was Janet, in some of his girlfriend's clothes and with a purse of hers. His girlfriend was Brad. I think the only person in our group performing their own gender straight-up was me, and that's because my gender is just weird.
The evening was hosted by none other than Peaches Christ herself, along with Latrice Royale. (Both are local drag queens.) It's really amazing to see someone slash her way through a scrim to the music from Psycho; when that person is an incredible drag Pinhead with red glitter lipstick and prop breasts with a triangular slice of skin turned down and held by fish-hook like pins, concealing the nipples, it's *even weirder*.
It was a great night, and a great 40th anniversary of the movie.
Today I had to explain the significance to fishie. The state of visible queer representation in media that made it to the attention of the mainstream in 1975 was ... not great. (Apparently. I wasn't around for that yet.)
Parking has been somewhat weird at work. Today I parked in the lot by Purple's building. He parked in the lot by mine. He put forth a logistical suggestion that maybe until the parking crunch in my parking lot is resolved, that we just go for the lot by his building. I was amenable. He told me to let him know when I wish to change things.
He had started Parasite to un-headache his morning before a meeting, and had plowed through it at some speed this weekend. (I'd thought about bringing the next one in this morning, but didn't see it readily on the shelf.) I'll get Symbiont to him tomorrow. Then he's got a month before the third one comes out. Heh.
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Etymologically, it's from the English "feague", to liven up, which it certainly would. No apparent connection to the fruit, which traces its lineage back through "fige" to "ficus" and further. I shall have to relay this to Purple.
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